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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I really liked this book for many reasons. One thing that I really liked about this story was the plot. The story is very well organized, beginning with why the pilgrims decided to leave, describing their adventure to America, explaining how the Indians helped the pilgrims, and ending with the origin of Thanksgiving. This order of events in the story makes it very easy to follow along without any confusion. I also liked that the author incorporated some of the specific troubles that the pilgrims faced. For example, one page states that, "more than 100 pilgrims squeezed into a small wooden sailing ship called the Mayflower." The author goes on to explain how many of them were children and how many were adults. I felt that this made the writing very engaging and allows the reader to understand why this journey was so difficult for the pilgrims. The author also does this by explaining how secluded America was when they arrived by explaining that there were no signs of people or houses at all. She goes on to describe the harsh winter and the pilgrims struggle to survive, although many of them got sick and died. These specific examples of the obstacles that the pilgrims faced help the reader really grasp what the pilgrims had gone through. Another thing that I really enjoyed in this story were the illustrations. I thought that they portrayed accurate images in many ways, such as through the frightened expressions on the pilgrims faces at the beginning of the story. The illustrations also represent the pilgrims culture by showing how they dressed. I thought that these illustrations enhanced the story and made it possible for me to connect to it as the reader. I also liked that the story ended by saying that the pilgrims and Indians three day celebration is what we now know as Thanksgiving. The title does not reveal that they will mention Thanksgiving in the story and I found it to be a pleasant surprise. It was incorporated into the story nicely and it is a holiday that the majority of students will be able to relate to. I think that the big idea of this story is to describe this point in American history and reveal how it still affects Americans today as we celebrate Thanksgiving to remember that time.
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Stories of the Pilgrims - Margaret B. Pumphrey
Part I: From Old Homes to New
At Scrooby Inn
In the little village of Scrooby in England, three hundred years ago, stood a beautiful old house.
It was the largest one in the village, and its moss-covered roof and great red chimneys rose high above the cottages about it.
The house stood close to the street, but behind it was a large garden where many bright flowers bloomed, and a row of tall trees cast their pleasant shade. On one side of the garden were three round ponds. For a hundred years these ponds had never failed to supply fish for the Friday dinner.
A great rosebush clung to the walls of the house. For years it had climbed and climbed, until now some of its clustering red blossoms peeped into one of the upper windows. The whole room was sweet with their fragrance. This old house had once been a fine palace, but now it was used as an inn where travelers might stay for the night.
In the stables beyond the garden were some horses belonging to the king. When his messengers carried his letters to the North Country, they always stopped here to change horses and rest for an hour.
Only a few miles from Scrooby was a famous old forest. Every child in the village knew the story of Robin Hood and his merry men who had once lived in this forest. They often played Robin Hood;
it was the game they liked best of all.
Once a party of the king’s friends, who were going to the forest to hunt, had stayed all night at the inn. This was a time always remembered by the children of the family. They seemed never to tire of talking about the packs of hounds, the beautiful horses, and the riders in their gay hunting dress.
Then there was the dinner in the great dining hall, and best of all, the long evening when they all had sat about the fireplace, and listened to the stories the hunters told.
The landlord, William Brewster, had not been pleased to have his children hear so much of the gay life at the king’s court, and they had been sent to bed much earlier than they wished. The next morning when they awoke, the gay hunting party had gone. Had they really been there at all? Was it not all a bright dream?
One June morning Jonathan Brewster brought into the garden the new boat he had just finished. He was going to sail it upon the fish pond. His little sisters stood near watching the tiny boat make its first trip across the pond. Fear held in her arms a small wooden doll, very ugly, but very dear to the little mother. Jonathan wanted the doll for a passenger, but Fear would not trust her baby to the boat until she was sure it would not tip over.
The little ship had hardly touched the other side when a distant sound made the children spring to their feet and listen. Again they heard the long, clear sound of the bugle.
It is the king’s messenger! Run and tell Henry to get out a fresh horse!
cried Patience. But Jonathan was already far down the path, calling to the stable boy as he ran.
Patience drew the forgotten ship out of the water and ran into the house to tell her father.
There was a high, stone wall about the house and garden, and, just outside the wall, a ditch filled with water. The bridge over the ditch might be drawn up so none could cross, but this was not often done.
When Master Brewster came out to unlock the great iron gate, Patience and little Fear were close at his side. They always felt afraid of the tall messenger who looked so stern and said so little, but they loved to hear the clatter of swift hoofs, and to see horse and rider dash through the gate into the yard.
They had not long to wait. Again the sound of the bugle was heard, very near this time. Another minute, and into the village street galloped the beautiful black horse bearing the king’s messenger.
The stable boy ran to meet him at the gate and held the horse’s head while the man sprang to the ground.
I have a message for you, Master Brewster,
he said. Queen Anne, with her knights and ladies, journeys from her home in the North. They will rest for the night in your house.
Patience waited to hear no more, but flew into the house to tell her mother this wonderful news.
Mother! Oh, mother!
she called. Where is mother?
From room to room she ran until she found her quiet, sweet-faced mother at her spinning wheel.
Oh, mother, the queen is coming here to stay all night! She has ever so many knights, and ladies, and servants with her. May I help get the best bedroom ready for the queen? The messenger has come, and he is telling father all about it.
What are you talking about? You are excited, Patience.
The child is right,
said her father, who had just come into the room. The queen is on her way to her new home in England you know, and the party will spend the night here."
There is little time to prepare for royal guests, but we will make them welcome,
said Mistress Brewster, quietly.
A Royal Guest
This was a busy day at Scrooby Inn. Before the sun had set, the great house with its fifty rooms had been made ready to receive the party. The long table in the dining hall was spread with the finest linen. In the kitchen the three big brick ovens were filled with browning bread, cakes, and other dainties. Fowls were being roasted, before the open fire.
Many times that afternoon the children ran to an upper window to look for the royal guests. The sun sank lower and lower, but still they did not come.
Perhaps they have lost their way,
said Fear.
They will have a guide, so they cannot lose their way,
replied Jonathan, but perhaps they have been met by robbers.
In those days travelers were often overtaken by bands of rough men who robbed them of money and horses. So Jonathan’s words filled their hearts with dismay. There were three very sober little faces in the window.
But before the sun was quite gone, the thrilling note of a bugle was heard and those faces brightened in a moment. Out of a little grove far down the road, appeared a company of horsemen. Nearer and nearer they came until the first rider, proudly bearing the red and gold banner of his queen, was in plain view.
Upon the shining spears and plumed helmets of the knights who rode behind him, fell the last rays of the setting sun, making them glisten like gold.
Within the square formed by the horsemen was a splendid coach, heavily carved and richly gilded. Upon the driver’s seat rode two coachmen, dressed in gay liveries of red and gray. Two footmen sat upon the high seat behind. The coach was drawn by six fine black horses, which arched their beautiful necks and daintily lifted their slender feet as they sped toward the village.
The party was soon so near that the sound of the horses’ feet could be heard, and, sometimes, the clear ring of their silver bridles.
The news of the royal visit had spread through the town, and at every gate was a group of villagers eager to greet the queen and her party. As they rode through the street the air rang with cries of, Long live the queen!
The great gates of Scrooby Inn were thrown open, and a maid was sent to bring the children into the garden, where William Brewster and his entire household had gathered to receive the queen.
There was a moment of breathless waiting, then over the bridge and into the yard swept the dazzling company of knights, and the splendid coach.
The footmen sprang to the ground and opened the doors. Again rang the cry, Long live the queen!
Jonathan waved and shouted with the rest, but little Patience was silent. As she glanced from one to another of the four ladies who stepped from the coach, a look of disappointment clouded her face. She was looking for a lady with many strings of jewels about her bare throat, and a sparkling crown upon her head.
Patience had seen pictures of many queens; all had worn crowns and jewels. Surely there was no queen in this party. Jonathan, where is the queen? I do not see her,
she whispered, tears of disappointment filling her eyes.
Hush!
answered Jonathan, softly. That is she in the blue velvet gown and the hat with the long white plumes. You did not think she would wear a crown when traveling, did you?
Perhaps the lady may have heard something for she looked down at the children and smiled. As Patience looked into the kind, beautiful face, her disappointment melted away and she forgave the queen for not wearing her jewels.
Jonathan and Patience and Fear saw very little of the queen and her company that night, for Mistress Brewster believed that children should be neither seen nor heard when there were strangers at the inn.
It seemed very hard to go to bed at the usual time when there were knights and a real queen in the house. They were sure they could not go to sleep; but when Mistress Brewster went to their beds half an hour later, all three were in a dream-land of kings and queens, knights and ladies, castles and deep forests.
Patience wakened very early the next morning. She dressed quickly and went down to the garden to gather fresh flowers for the breakfast table. Yet, early as she was, some one was there before her. A lady was bending over a bush of beautiful roses; when she turned, Patience saw it was the queen.
The child bowed in the quaint, pretty way her mother had taught her. She was wondering whether she ought to go back into the house, when the lady smiled and said:
I am admiring your roses. How fresh and pretty they are with the dew still on them!
This bush is my very own,
said Patience, as she gathered some blossoms for the lady. I call these the Bradford roses because William Bradford gave the bush to me.
And who is William Bradford?
Oh, he is a young friend of father’s. He does not live in Scrooby, but he comes here to church every Sunday, and so do Master Chilton and his family and ever so many others. We have a large chapel in our house right over the dining room. Nearly every one in Scrooby comes here to church, and some people come as far as twenty miles.
I noticed a beautiful church as we rode through the village yesterday,
the lady said. I should think you would all go there.
That is King James’s church,
answered Patience. If we go there we have to worship just as he wishes us to. Father thinks the king’s way is not right. Almost every one about here says the king’s way is not right, so we do not go to his church.
King James would not like to hear that,
said the queen, gently, and it would not be safe for you to talk to every stranger so freely.
Poor little Patience! What had she said! Suddenly she remembered that she had been telling a very great secret. Her face turned as red as the roses and her eyes filled with tears.
Never mind, little one,
said the queen, kindly. Your secret is safe with me. Let us forget all about it.
Then she talked to the child about the flowers, and Patience took her to see the lilies which grew in one of the ponds in the garden.
An hour later three children stood at the gate of Scrooby Inn, watching a gilded coach and a company of horsemen disappear down the road.
Soon the coach was gone and the last glistening spear was lost to sight. Although she never saw her again, Patience always remembered the beautiful queen who shared their secret.
Meeting In Secret
For a time all went well, but after a few months King James was told that the people of Scrooby were not going to Scrooby church. Everybody knew they were